Bandaids

Can’t find words for the mess I’m in
Maybe it’s best if I don’t speak
Spinning in circles all over again
Exhausted and dizzy, week after week

Walking on eggshells has cut up my feet
Can’t take one more step without crying
Laying barefoot bleeding on the concrete
Eventually I gave up trying

You pick me up and carry me home
Clean my wounds, give me Advil for pain
You say I don’t have to be on my own
But I don’t want you to hear me complain

Then you take off your shoes
And you show me your bandaids
They cover your soles from heels to toes
You say, “we all hurt, but love always pervades.
Feeling alone is something you chose.”